Written when listening to Rafael on piano

A piano is so sweet, like rivers flowing around and under paths upon which my feet pit and patter uponlike falling rocks, like falling dustI am falling dust, illuminated, sunrise ismy gloryI am falling dust, illuminated, the firelightto your storyThese falling fingers pit and patter, waltzingup along the black and white keyed crescendo ofyour creation song.A piano is the sweetest thing; my dustit tells the story of creation and crescendoevery time I sing your glory.